For nothing can seem foul to those that win.
A little water clears us of this deed. How easy is it then!
Hermia. Good night, sweet friend; Thy love ne'er alter till thy sweet life end! Lysander. Amen, amen, to that fair prayer say I, And then end life when I end loyalty!
It was the owl that shrieked, the fatal bellman, Which gives the stern'st good night.
Therefore doth heaven divide The state of man in divers functions, Setting endeavor in continual motion, To which is fixed, as an aim or butt, Obedience; for so work the honeybees, Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom.
Here's neither bush nor shrub to bear off any weather at all. And another storm brewing, I hear it sing i' the wind. Yond same black cloud, yond huge one, looks like a foul bombard that would shed his liquor. If it should thunder as it did before, I know not where to hide my head. Yond same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls.
Unhand me, gentlemen. By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me!
Will you buy any tape, Or lace for your cape, My dainty duck, my dear-a? Any silk, and thread, And toys for your head, Of the new'st and finest, finest wear-a? Come to the pedlar; Money's a meddler, That doth utter all men's ware-a.
And you all know security Is mortals' chiefest enemy.
O, who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat? O no, the apprehension of the good Gives but the greater feeling to the worse.